Mammy trembled slightly to accept Ryan's love,

Mammy's face flushed red,

The trembling body turned from panic to softness,

Lean couldn't help but bow his head to hold her lips,

Ryan couldn't help shaking a little,

Ryan leaned over and kissed Mammy's wet lips,

lips parted slightly,

Then slowly and deeply explore,

Occasionally biting lightly,

Exposing the fresh and moist tongue,

The tender tongue stuck into the wet mouth.

The four red lips were glued together and kept squirming,

Seeing the mist in the moist eyes of the mammy,

And then gently round the tip of Mammy's tongue,

Taste the wine in

Feel the hot, moist touch of your tongue,

The small tip of the tongue responded enthusiastically to Ryan's enta,

The lips slowly pressed together,

The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,

Pure and charming,

slowly...slowly...

ig,

The eyeshes are involuntarily damp. So deep and crazy,

Small drops of water oozing from the tip of the nose,

Then gently ched his teeth,

From time to time he stretched out his fragrant too add food to his mother's lips,

Makes the mammy's breath begin to disorder, dizzy forehead, panting,

That adorable look,